Pleasuring the Maid novel Chapter 15

*Ava's POV**

Friday, the day of the week that I despised the most. Why? because the boys brought friends over for mini parties.

Talking about Ray and his equally handsome brother. I hadn't seen them since yesterday morning.

I missed them and even though I had decided to protect my job while at it, I couldn't stop my feelings for them.

Thinking about them in the bathroom was quite tempting. I didn't mean to, all I wanted was to clean up and finish my work for today before 4 in the evening.

I couldn't imagine myself being in the same room as those people. They treated me like trash, they drew happiness from my sadness.

I didn't want to come across any of them including the brothers. So I hurried up, lathering up my washcloth with soap.

The boys images flashed before me. Forcing my mind to remember the night we had shared two nights ago.

Oh goddess, I couldn't forget the groans they made when they was cumming. How I would love to hear them groan again, this time with their dicks inside me.

I couldn't believe that I was willing to allow a double penetration. Ha ha   good girl gone bad.

I pictured Ray behind me, grinding his hard dick on my ass with Bryson on the front, grinding his dick on my pussy.

Fucking hell, I had long forgotten about bathing, my fingers right on my already wet pussy both from water and of course my juices. And even though the water was cold, my core was hot as hell.

My clit  throbbed, wanting nothing more than a pair of lips and tongue. My fingers would do the job though.

I used my left hand to pull my lower lips apart. I then placed three fingers directly on my clit, rubbing in circular motions.

I rubbed fast and harder not even bothering to finger fuck myself. Rubbing would definitely get me off.

Ray and Bryson were now grinding harder, pressing kisses on either side of my neck. The imagination forced my fingers to add more pressure on the love button.

I  rubbed harder and faster, feeling how my body was getting co. I was close, real fucking close.

I pressed my legs together, pushing my fingers impossibly harder on my pleasure button.

And when I pictured Ray leaning to his brother over my shoulder, kissing him. I fucking exploded, riding my orgasm on my fingers.

After that much needed orgasm, I cleaned up, reached up for a towel on the towel bar and dried my body.

After throwing it on the hamper, I walked out to dress up. Nothing interesting, just my usual Tees and sweatpants.

I was feeling good, relaxed and kinda cool. Hormones really were mood changers.

It took me 5 minutes to dress up, checking the time on the wall clock I realized it was still early.

8.Am I had a lot of time before the mini party. When I walked downstairs to the kitchen, the house was very quiet.

I figured the brothers were already asleep. I knew though that they would be leaving at around 10, just like every other Friday.

They loved chapati( A flat unleavened bread.) I took out a pot, and measured four glasses of water.

I warmed it up, adding a small amount of sugar and salt. In a separate ball, I measured two glasses of wheat flour.

Using the water that was already warm I kneaded the flour. Within 30 minutes, the chapatis were ready. Hot to be served.

'Oh yeah, something sweet for my stomach' Ray came running into the kitchen excitedly like a little boy. I couldn't help but smile at that.

'Better have a seat and take them while hot, you want them with a glass of milk?' I asked Ray.

'As usual Ava' He was already stuffing his face with the Chapatis.

'Ha ha Ray, you'll choke, at least wash it down with a sip of milk. Here' I told him, putting the glass of cold milk on the kitchen counter.

He only nodded, drinking from the glass after biting a large piece of the unleavened bread.

'Hey, is Bryson awake? wouldn't want you eating his portion too.'

Ray only shrugged his shoulders, too busy stuffing his face to care.

Right then Bryson walked in, not even sparing me a glance. I totally expected this, I knew he would ignore me, only to insult me later.

He sat beside his brother on the kitchen counter. Throwing a good morning to his brother in a barely audible voice.